Heron Lake Plateau 'Cause in this home nobody cries alone.

Phox continued to "listen" to Niamh's story. It became obvious (painfully so), that it had not been her decision at all to step down. He had demoted her and without Towhee's input, no less. Phox failed to see that kicking Colt out without any input was doing much the same... but that was beside the point. Colt had defended somebody outside the Redhawks. Niamh's last sentiment about talking to Towhee was the most confusing, though. Hadn't Quixote instructed Towhee to find Niamh? Was he remembering that all wrong?

He fully intended on bringing by whatever he could scrounge up hunting-wise later today. Even if she wouldn't be awake to eat it right away, it would help when she did finally wake up. He nodded along to Towhee's sentiment anyway, casting Niamh a glance as well, wondering if Colt would end up coming back or not. Okay buddy, you're getting a little ahead of yourself. I'll bring by some food later, he said. It wasn't a question of whether or not she wanted it. She was gonna accept it, gosh dangit!